So in prince george I had a couch surfing host who dropped me at the northern outskirts of town (Hart) early in the next morning, I stood there from around 8:30 am, occasionally going in the Tim Hortons to get warmed up (it started -19 and slowly went to -11). I stayed there untill around 4, no luck.
I then heard about a 24 hrs gas station a mile down the road (Southbound though) so I thought I'd spend the night there, and be back hitchhiking early in the morning.
Long story short, I was kicked out around 8pm by the employees telling me I can't just stay there. Fuckers. Had no where to sleep right?
I was so embarrassed but contacted my host and asked them if I could stay another night (after promising I won't be needing any further help, playing tough guy).
She picked me up, I stayed the night and was dropped at the same spot next morning. She wrote a facebook post asking people to help me, which got a lot of shares. When I was back at my spot, one woman that saw the post got me a coffee gift card, and another dude that saw me yesterday got me breakfast. All in a good way, no bagging or anything like that.
Well, this time I got lucky, and someone picked me up.
Now I'll tell you that. That road was fucking sketchy!!! Two trucks in the ditch, snowfall the entire way.
Made it to mile zero of the Alaska Hwy!
After taking a picture of the iconic Mile Zero sign, and some food (big ass 10$ sandwich), I headed to the Husky at the edge of town and asked people occasionally. Then a guy saw me writing a sign to Fort St John and offered me a ride.
I stayed awake Preety much all night in the Petro Pass at the outskirts of Port St John, none of the truckies would take me. Got out yo the traffic light at around 6 am and no luck there too.
I was cold as fuck and tired and kept going back in. I then asked a short ride into town, hoping to find a private car in their Starbucks. I was nervous and patientless. Then I saw an Alaskan license plate!
I talked to the guy, who at first wasn't very keen about taking me, but agreed. An old loner who lives in Alaska for over 40 years. We got along good and so he invited me to crash at his motel room in Fort Nelson, and was supposed to drop me at Watson Lake the next day. On the very long way from F. Nelson we stopped several times in scenic look out, including Liard hot springs (where Chris McCandless stopped and found his ride to Alaska) which was the first time we met other homo sapiens. We passes lots of Buffalo hards with over 10 of them, each. We got to shithole Watson Lake and he decided to keep going to Whitehorse. Invited me to another night at a motel before he leaves to Alaska, and I decided to stay here.
Really awesome guy. Old-school.
Must say that I'm shaken by the emptyness here. It's scary. Nothing. no cars, almost no trucks. I could wait till Feb and go to Inuvik then, cause theres a hockey tournament and they will be heading torwards Dawson City,
but no way. I'm not waiting that long.
Next ride I'll get will determine my plans: Further north? Sure. Going back to Fort St John? Yeah.
I think for now the journey came to it's end. I'm tired just of thinking about hitchhiking all the way back. Alaska Hwy is brutal
